[ussgeorgetown] A Moment of Conversation by Nan Ecitsuj & Alex Lazzara-Henderson
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- Date: Thu, 28 Jul 2005 05:36:50 EDT
***takes place before 'Family Dinner' and 'Happy at Home'
For Nan, one of the best things about getting released from Fleet Medical
was being able to just plain move. He wasn't prone to fidgeting but sitting
still as long as he had had to got to him. He was high energy before the
accident and had become more so afterwards. He would rather have persuaded
Aileas
to go skiing on the holodeck with him but she was still on duty. Nan knew
better than to protest after the look Five gave him so he'd kissed her cheek
and headed to the gym for a run on the track. Good exercise, he told himself.
After having run several laps around the track Alex decided to take a break.
She knew if her "PT" person found out, he would have her doing jumping jacks
or something. She knew her limitations so far, besides she had other matters
on her mind. Her leg was the least of them.
After his third or fourth lap, Nan realized he wasn't alone on the track.
His eyes lit up as he recognized one of his companions from the shuttle ride
that brought him to the Georgetown. Though he was, by no means, even remotely
tired, he slowed to a walk. Nan Ecitsuj was, after all, a very sociable
man. He with an energetic bound, he dropped to the mat next to Alex. "Now
this
is a face I haven't seen in some time," he said brightly.
Looking around Alex realized that the voice was talking to her. She was
trying to remember where she had seen this strange looking man, finally it
came
to her. "We met on the shuttle ride on the way here did we not? How come I
haven't seen you around the ship in all this while?" What the hell is his
name??
"Ah well, it's not like I was hiding but my little transporter kingdom is
very far away from the bridge. Plus, I didn't know that my dearest friend in
the galaxy was posted to this ship. Oh and my quarters aren't anywhere near
officers' country. Hmm...make that weren't," Nan said, smiling brightly as he
added the last part.
"Do I detect a bit of love in the air? Nan isn't it? That's all right, I
haven't gotten out much myself, between the lock down and trying to celebrate
an
anniversary, that kinda went bust, when it turned into brunch for 7. So what
brings you to the world of the tortured? I thought you preferred a colder
climate?"
"Yes, it's Nan. You can't get out much at all when the XO confines you to
the ship," Nan said dryly. "And that's quite all right because it turned out
well enough. I'm sorry about your meal, though."
"Thanks, but I suppose in the long run it wasn't too bad. Why has the XO
confined you to the ship? I know a lot has been happening, but I didn't think
I
was that far out of sorts." Granted, I have been busy else where and somewhat
distracted lately. "So, why are you down here with us tortured souls
instead of with your lady friend? I would think that would be a much better
place
to be." Alex thought of stretching and getting up, but she was too sore and
too tired to move.
Nan threw back his head and laughed. Tyelis still made him angry but
Renaldi had been fair. Then there was that bizarre argument he and Aileas
had. It
was wonderful. "We sort of assaulted somebody down on the station," Nan
explained. "He deserved it for being a murdering bastard who got off without
punishment. We fessed up before Mr. Renaldi could find out so we are
appropriately confined. As to the whereabouts of my lovely Lieutenant, she's
working
at something in her lab still."
Alex just sort of chuckled, "How do you sort of assault someone and who is
this lady friend of yours? Don't mind me, I'm a little nosey at times, keeps
me from having to do...do what a certain bastard of my own wants me to do."
"Sort of meaning 5 of 12 had him by the throat before I could slug him.
Then the sniveling twit fainted and you can't just hit unconscious people,"
Nan
replied as if he were reporting the weather. He shrugged it off and added,
"And she would be my lady friend, by the way--Lieutenant McKay, that is. I
don't mind nosey, either. She's an absolute wonder."
"Everyone should have someone special in their life. I am happy you have
found yours. So why are you running around this track willingly? I have some
creep that makes me and If I had known you were around, I would've gladly let
you hit him, conscious or unconscious."
"Exercise for the leg," Nan said as he patted his outstretched left leg. "I
know it's all in my head but I have to do something to get rid of the
sensation and running takes care of it. I've come to find out that my parts
were
stolen from an assimilated Vulcan, not made for me, so that's why I'm always
having trouble with them." He gave Alex a curious glance. "I don't generally
look for people to hit but who is it you wanted me to swing at? And why?"
Alex listened to Nan talk about his assimilated parts and thought of her
leg. "I guess we have something in common. My leg is attached using Borg
technology, it was that or nothing, considering the circumstances at the time.
As to
who I would hit, that would be one Revaed S'Aehallh'Nveni, who has
apparently convinced Dr. Michaels that I need more PT to gain control over my
leg, or
"thing" as I like to call it. He is rather rude, uncaring, and in my opinion
a plain everyday jerk. Not to mention a bastard."
Nan couldn't help but laugh. He waved a hand to excuse himself. "I'm
sorry. I'm not laughing at you. I know the man. I'd use the word obnoxious
myself, and maybe opinionated, but he's not uncaring."
Alex just looked at Nan. "He may not seem uncaring to you, but as far as I
am concerned anyone who tosses him out the nearest air lock would be high on
my list. All he does is yell, has no empathy for someone dealing with the loss
of a limb. He's just a jerk."
"Strange man," Nan said with a shrug. "You ought to watch him with the
children. He's very cautious yet he treats the older ones with the gravest
courtesy. It's amusing." He moved to lie on his side, his head propped up on
his
elbow. He spotted the hook where he'd hung Butler and grinned even wider.
"These sorts of people make life more interesting, don't you think? This is
a wonderful ship."
"Strange does not even describe him. If I had to choose between which of the
two Romulans onboard I would have punched, I would have punched him and not
the doctor. As it is, waking up after surgery and seeing a Romulan standing
over you, instinct kicked in and I ended up hitting the poor Doc with a right
upper cut. I don't know if he has forgiven me yet or not. The doctor was
among the group of Rihannsu who boarded and tried to capture the Golden Eagle
while I was serving on it. Now here they both are on the Georgetown." She
looked
at Nan for a moment, then grinned, "Don't even say it's a small world or I
will have to let "thing" have a swing at you."
"My people would say it is a rich Story so now you can't say I said
anything," Nan said pertly. "As for the good doctor, he's also very
interesting.
Perhaps a bit reserved but a good doctor I'm told."
"I have to give the doctor credit. He changed sides during the invasion and
was a great help to Dr. Michaels, and he did manage to help out with my leg.
He is now working as a doc on this ship. It's taken a while but he seems to
have found a niche and is fitting in. As for Revaed he can go out the nearest
airlock and it wouldn't be soon enough for me."
"Ah now I know things you don't know...finally," Nan said with an innocent
grin. "I should think he's fit in quite well really. He's moved in with our
Security chief. I do believe they're married...bonded..whatever one calls
the situation between a Vulcan and a Romulan."
Am I never going to get away from that retched Revaed? "You mean the old
coot finally found someone who would have him? God bless the poor soul! I am
doing just fine with my rehab and have yet to understand why he finds it
necessary to give his input? It would be one thing if I had asked him for it,
it is
quite another to just assume I will accept it." Surely there must be an air
lock nearby made for him....
Nan looked puzzled. "I know with my people that it's hard to tell age by
hair color alone but I understand that the doctor's gray at his temple's is
premature. I don't think he's quite hit fifty if I can judge as Senek's
taught
me."
"As long as he stays away from me, the happier I will be. That's all I can
and want to say about him. So, what are your intentions towards your lady
friend?"
"Why don't you like Dr. tr'Ghaladriel? I'm sure he's quite over the sucker
punch you gave him. If he wasn't, I'm sure that Dr. Michaels would never
have allowed him aboard," Nan asked, a puzzled frown on his face. Then he
smiled as he thought about his beloved. "As for my dear Lieutenant...I will
be
with her for as long as she can stand me."
"I wasn't talking about Dr. tr'Ghaladriel. I was talking about Revaed. He's
the old coot who insists I must walk then run if I am to gain full function
and control of my leg."
"Good at his job, I hear," Nan said simply. Besides, if he made Jassa's
life a little easier, he's alright by me. He tapped his lips pensively. "Be
glad you haven't had to call the parents of the man whose body parts you now
have to tell them you live because their child was murdered by Fleet officers.
It was not pretty."
"He may be good at his job, but the man could show some compassion. It
wouldn't kill him. How did you end up with the body parts of a man murdered by
Fleet officers? If I am being too nosey just let me know. I can't imagine
having
to deal with that."
"I don't think I can quite give details. There is a great deal of...Humans
say 'cloak and dagger' going on. I only found out the details after Aileas
told me they were Borg in nature. I didn't know and I was, still am,
thoroughly sick about it," Nan explained. "The only thing I could do was
apologize
to his parents..."
"That must have been horrible, both for you and for the family. I have no
idea where the technology for my leg came from, other than it uses Borg
nanites in some capacity. I was not in the best of conditions when it was all
explained to me. I just chose what was the best option at the time. At least I
hope it was the best option. I don't know about you, but I better get up and
at
least walk a few laps before the creep who deems it neccessary for me to
abide by his instructions will be back after me. You are welcome to come along
if
you wish."
"If you mean the enarrain," Nan said with a humorous smile, "he has already
been here," The look on his face became almost mischievous. "We had a
discussion about the advice he offered and then I hung Ensign Butler up on one
of
the equipment hooks. Quite a lovely afternoon. Thank you for the offer but
I think I need to go home. Aileas will be waiting."
"Okay. It was a pleasure talking to you Nan. I hope we can do it again
sometime. I need to walk out these kinks before heading back, so you take it
easy
and don't hang anyone else up on the hooks, unless of course it is Revaed.
Have a good evening."
Alex walked a few laps then dried off with her towel, grabbed her gym bag
and headed back to her quarter's. She knew that she was going to have to
invite
Tawny for dinner and she wasn't looking forward to it.
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